For as long as I can remember I was always a big fan of Frankenstein. The book seemed to engage me on a lot of levels that likely came as the result of the childhood that I had. I no longer view this book the way I used to. I see it as the perfect example of what happens when you have an absent father, who is off chasing tail, hoping that his indiscretions don't catch up to them. Kind of funny how your perspective changes with a few decades. 

My reference material on this is my own, with a blending of Karloff, and with a hint of Bernie Wrightson, the single greatest artist to illustrate that novel. 

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